Upon Further Reflection
So, now that more days have passed since my emergence from the netherworld of ‘political campaigning’ I feel I’ve got more perspective on my short time spent as a poorly paid indentured servant of the Republican Party. While as the end neared my feelings about the time improved, I don’t really think I’d want to do it again. That’s just not my thing, knocking on doors and making phone calls to get people to support a politician. I’d much rather sit down over tea/coffee/hot chocolate/sundry warmed beverages and have a long conversation with a single person about the issues (be they fiscal responsibility, the consequences of ethanol subsidies, the philsophical consequences of deterministic ideologies in government, or the halflife of a selfcombusting Vancouver Canucks fan) and win their hearts than beat the average voter over the head with the proverbial stick. I might continue as a poorly paid indentured servant, but I would most likely need to find a indentured servitude with slightly better wages to supplement my first indentured servitude. Oh, and David Tos is a loser. That I can say without hestation.
Also, I don’t think I could ever do politics. Ever. Well, maybe not ever, but God Himself would have to descend from the heavens and drag me kicking and screaming to the halls of power and hoist me to whatever chair of power He intends to inflict upon me and then chain me there with binds of such strength that the Devil himself would not even bother attempting to remove them. My short exposure to the typical politicking crowd at the Westgate Hotel in downtown SD for approximately 30-45 mins left me with a feeling that something icky had slithered all over me, and that I would have to scrape all the slime off of me with a piece of broken pottery. Not that I don’t doubt there were good people there with honestly good intentions and desires. Unfortunately, we all know were those end up.
So anyways, in other matters, I’ve been babysitting my younger cousin Colin for the last two days, or rather throwing him in front of my Xbox to play Viva Pinata for anywhere between one and two hours. I know, I’m such a great cousin, aren’t I? Having gotten a chance to watch him for the last couple of days, I can’t help but noticing some rather profound differences in personality. And for whatever reason, I find them deeply amusing. Don’t look at me like that please, I know I’m strange and incomprehensible, no need to remind me.
Some random thoughts on world matters: Apparently, McCain is outpoling Obama among women by 11 percent. So that Democratic White House thing is looking better and better all the time. No really, I kid you not. I thought McCain was going to have problems with the base, but at this point, Obama might as well be gift-wrapping the codes to America’s nuclear arsenal and other various presidential perks to McCain and sending them with cute little chocolate bunnies. Not only has he completely undermined his image as a new politician by promptly leaving his chruch and after he said he could no easier disown them then the black community, but he aligns himself with scuzzy Chicago powerbrokers and suspect priests and aged unreconstructed radicals who have somehow not imploded by their own existential contradictions. How this man can still be a legitimate contender for the presidency I will never understand. But then again, Robert Byrd is still one of West Virginia’s senators and Dennis Kucinich still represents his district in Cleveland, Trent Lott refuses to go away and Larry Craig is getting a book deal, so there is much I don’t understand about the political world. Or maybe there really isn’t anything to understand at all.
A Hillary-Obama ticket would be so overtly fake and insulting to the intelligence of the Democratic voters that it remains a near certainty. If there is a party that has done more to lose elections gifted to them on silver platters and have them delivered to it on sedan chairs by livery-clad servants in powdered whigs, I want to see it.
I really like House and Lost, but more on them later, I want to get back to reading my new Odd Thomas book. The simple pleasures in life.
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